Klusters Turn

In keeping with tradition, somewhere along the path to Triacastela, Kluster left us to go play with his model aircraft. We assumed that he was going to walk back to the air-field posted in the blog earlier.
As we said goodbye to Kluster, the clouds came over, the skies darkened and it started to lightly rain.
There was a pronounced silence as we completed the walk to Triacastela, not just trying to keep the cow-pat smell from our lungs....(TL).

Buen viajes Kluster :-(